Message-ID: <14387eli$9808151835@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14387.txt> From: <sejdb@altern.org> Subject: New Story: The Beach (F/F, rom, first, oral, fantasy ) F/F, rom, first, oral, fantasy The Beach F/F, rom, first, oral, fantasy Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <m0z4H8E-001vsmC@Mail.NetUSA.Net> The Beach By Jacques du Bois ©1998 SEJDB Inc. The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between males. The Characters and incidents portrayed and the names used are fictitious and any similarity to the names, characters, or history of any person or persons is entirely accidental and unintentional. If such material offends you, your city or violates any laws, or you are under the age of 18 don't read it! Comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated! I wrote this story because of reader requests, and I am more than happy to take them. My email is sejdb@altern.org. No spam or flames will be accepted! Jacques du Bois The Beach F/F, rom, first, oral, fantasy She was alone, so very alone. Cynthia sat in her patio, alone, pondering her very lonely life. She wore nothing but a chiffon robe and slippers, it was morning and she was having breakfast. Her long brown curls twirled in the cool sea breeze, and that reminded her of how Stephen touched her hair so long ago. Once, they were to be married, but Stephen backed out, and from then on she swore that she would never be hurt again. From her patio she looked out at the swirling ocean, the waves crashing on shore. She thought the ocean was like his empty promises, going on and on forever but truly full of so little. He was ready to give her the moon and the stars, but he only gave her pain and hurt. She laughed at herself, reaching over to the metal table to her side, taking her black clay mug of coffee and sipping at it. There had been one good thing about him, the sex, the absolutely divine and ecstatic sex. Her body shuddered even to think about it, as she closed her eyes for a moment and relived the many happy nights they had passed together. She put the mug again to her lips, remembering all the firsts with him: the first kiss, the first embrace, the first time they had sex, and so much more. She sighed, deep in her heart, she almost felt that she would never again be with someone and she could never again feel as good. As she stared at the ocean, she saw someone, or at least she thought that she saw a nude woman emerging from the foam and froth of the sea. She had long cherry blonde hair, that clung to her wet body. She could have been Venus coming from the sea, newly born, as she walked out of the foaming water onto the dirty white sand. Her eyes popping out of her head, Cynthia dropped her coffee mug and stood up. “Are you all right? Is there something I could do to help?” Cynthia stood in front of the woman, her face twisted in concern. “No Cynthia, is there something that I could do to help? Are you all right?” the strange woman cheerfully smiled back at Cynthia, batting the wet hair out of her face. “How did you know my name, who are you?” Cynthia took a step back, staring cross-eyed at the woman. The woman stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “My name is Constance…and I heard your thoughts, you’re very lonely. Is there something that I could do?” Again, she smiled, her green eyes sparkling. “What do you mean by that? You heard my thoughts?” Cynthia tied to look away from Constance, but she couldn’t. She had never really looked at a woman before, for the first time she saw the gentle curve of her hips, the contradictory hardness and softness of the breasts, the wispy hair that lead...no, she turned her back on this woman, closing her eyes, ashamed of her thoughts. “Why should you be ashamed to be attracted to me? I’m attracted to you…you called me, do what you think you should.” Constance stepped up to Cynthia and embraced her kissing the small of her neck. Pulling away and then turning again to face this strange woman, Cynthia stared at her with fire in her blue eyes. “But I’ve always heard that it was wrong to do what I’m thinking. What are you?” “I’m what you’ve wanted for so long…do you always question your deepest thoughts and desires? Why not just accept them.” Constance again stepped forward, simply looking at Cynthia and smiling as before. Cynthia’s face was wrought with confusion, but at the same time a longing for something that had not been had in a long time. Cynthia sighed, and closed her eyes, folding her arms against her chest. As she folded her chest, Constance put her arms around her and kissed her cheek. Cynthia opened her eyes unfolding her arms, as she unfolded her arms she began to embrace Constance and she returned her kiss on the lips. Constance also kissed her, locking her lips with Cynthia’s with passion and love. Suddenly, she stopped, and broke away from Constance, shaking and moaning. “No, no...I can’t do it...no, I can’t do it...someone may see...”she ran back to her patio, opening her siding glass door, shutting it and then running to her bedroom, slamming the door. As she shut the door behind her, she turned and screamed putting her hand to her mouth, her body shaking. The woman was in her bedroom, standing directly in front of her. “How is this possible? This can’t be...”Cynthia shook even more violently, moaning in what might have been horror or delight as she tried to go for the door. But, she couldn’t open the door, she felt an irresistible urge to wildly embrace this woman kiss her and make love to her. She began to lose her breath, reaching to the tie of her robe and pulling it lose throwing it down on the floor. She embraced Constance and kissed her savagely, biting her bottom lip as she threw her arms around Constance. Constance did the same thing exactly, matching the kiss and the embrace with the same ferocity and vigour. Constance pulled her head back for a moment, and only held Cynthia to her, she smiled and said: “Now you can live out your fantasies and dreams that you buried down deep in your mind. Love me as you have loved none other in your life, take me Cynthia, now.” Cynthia smiled and grabbed Constance’s hand, leading her to her king sized bed. First, Constance and then Cynthia got on the bed and lay down, embracing one another, kissing and holding each other close. Cynthia first went to Constance’s ear, putting her ear to it and sucking on it. She whispered in Constance’s ear: “This is just the first thing I’ve always wanted to do…”. With her tongue in Constance’s ear, Cynthia slowly moved her hands to Constance’s fine hands and simply held them, grasping them tightly. Constance also moved her hands to Cynthia’s breasts slowly and gently massaging them. Cynthia’s tongue slowly went down her neck licking and kissing every inch of Constance’s wet skin. She went down Constance’s arm, down to the elbow and finally to her hand. She sucked on Constance’s hand, pulling it in and out of her mouth, and finally sucking on the individual fingers. Constance closed her eyes, smiling and moaning softy under her breath, that now was twice what it normally was. Preoccupied with her own pleasure for the moment, Constance simply laid her hand on Cynthia’s breast, slowly moving as she shuddered in ecstasy. Cynthia pulled the soaking hand from her mouth, holding it in front of Constance’s oval face. “Fuck me with your hand, now!” she put Constance’s hand to her loins, and waited. Constance did exactly as she was told, as she began to rub Cynthia’s clit, gently and slowly. She did it with some hesitation, very deliberately and slowly, as Cynthia frowned. “That’s not how I like it...do it this way.” Cynthia put her hand on Constance’s clit, and began to rub. She rubbed violently and deliberately, forcing Constance to scream, arching her back slightly. Cynthia smiled when Constance screamed, which only added to her own pleasure. Finally, Constance returned her hand to Cynthia’s clit, rubbing it again. This time, Cynthia screamed, still rubbing at the same time, only increasing the speed. The two of them rubbed each other, moaning and breathing simultaneously, as though they were exact duplicates. But, Constance stopped, pushing Cynthia to the bed, she put her loin on Cynthia and rubbed against her. Cynthia smiled, rubbing against Constance, just as Cynthia rubbed again. This only heightened their mutual pleasure as they moaned and panted in unison. The two women rubbed against each other faster and faster, wet hair and dry hair flew in all directions as they went faster and faster. Finally, the two women let out half a scream and half a moan as they orgasmed at the same time, both their bodies releasing the building tension. Finally, Constance pulled away, putting one finger in Cynthia, another, and another until her entire hand was inside her. Cynthia screamed again, wincing in pain and in pleasure as Constance fisted her. Her entire body shook as she came again, she grabbed Constance, pulling her to her and greedily kissing her. The room smelled of a combination of sweat, sea salt and vaginal tears, the two women again embracing each other and kissing. Pulling Cynthia to her, Constance held her, putting her head on her breast, smiling. “I hope that you liked that, I know that I did. Maybe some time we can do it again…” Constance cooed, playing with Cynthia’s hair. “Now I must go...” Cynthia moaned, not in pleasure, but in anguish, clinging to Constance beginning to cry. “You can’t leave me. You can’t...” Her hands grabbed Constance’s shoulders, holding them down weakly, just as a little girl would cling to her favourite doll as her older brother would try to tear it out of her hands. Constance brought her hands to Cynthia’s head, bringing it from her breast as she leaned to kiss her passionately on her lips. “No, you’ll never be alone again. Just go to the beach…and rub this…” A ruby necklace suddenly appeared in Constance’s hand, a silver rope chain, with an uncut ruby at the bottom of it. “If ever you feel alone, rub this and I will be there. I am yours forever.” Constance kissed Cynthia once more, her lips locking around Cynthia’s, their tongues meeting and touching as they embraced, moving their hands up and down their backs gently, as the necklace was placed over her neck and then fell to rest between her breasts, a perfect contrast between the pale white and the blood red. Slowly and gently Constance broke away from Cynthia, a tear in her eye. “Remember, you’ll never be alone again. Come and walk with me to the sea.” Constance got up from the bed, taking Cynthia’s hand in hers and walking to the door. They walked out the patio, and finally to the beach, hand in hand, still nude. A soft wind blew on them as they reached the shore. The once clear morning had turned into a blustery afternoon, black storm clouds slowly making their way over the bay to the shore. The two women walked until they reached they very edge of the sea and they stopped as the waves washed against their long legs. Again, the two embraced, clinging and kissing each other, as if they both knew it would be a long while until they would see each other. Constance’s lips made their way to Cynthia’s quivering ears, kissing it and whispering in it. “Remember me, Cynthia. And dream of me.” They hugged each other tightly, squeezing one another in desperation. This time it was Constance who broke away, starry eyed, clearing her throat, sadly gazing on her lover. “I am yours forever...” Constance waved and slowly walked into the sea, her head turned to look at Constance tears also clouding her green eyes. “Be well my love..” Cynthia grasped the necklace ‘round her neck with her right hand, a biting pain at her heart. She walked at Constance’s side into the warm sea. They held hands as they went into the froth, tightly gripping each other’s hands until they could no longer. Cynthia winced, turning around and swimming back to the shore. The north wind bit at her, but she was not cold, she was full of warmth and love from the ruby that hung around her neck. Oblivious of her nudity, Cynthia smiled, wrapping her arms around her chest and walking from the sea to go home, now confident in the knowledge that she was no longer alone. But, she wondered when she would see her lover from the warm ocean again and what would happen when she did… -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>